There was a time, so long ago
when I was living with my kind
the nature was still our home
we had no disease and no harm
the solitude was meaningless
our only enemy was time
the calm before the storm
we burn
for a prayer to the stars
what we received was not salvation
we hurt
strangers came from other skies
and they turned everything into dust and ashes
they came from nowhere
with iron and flames
destroying everything we cared
forced to run to save my life
while they slaughtered my race
I was condemned to exile